I will resume my kitchen "series" (!!!) later. Now, for something different, I will recount my nightmare. A bonafide frugal dream. A glimpse into pathology.
Mr. FS and I were going to graduate school. (In real life, we met in college and re-met in grad school.) I had decided to go to U of Illinois (fictional), a public institution where I had a tuition waiver. Mr. FS had decided to go the U of Chicago,a private institution, with a half tuition waiver (also fictional; we went to a different school).
Frugal Scholar shrieking in dream: "But the tuition at Chicago is almost $50,000/year! You will have to take out loans for $25,000/year! For at least 4 years!"
Mr. FS: "I didn't realize that." (looks downcast)
FS: "We can both go to Illinois!"
Mr. FS: "I forgot to apply!"
FS: "I just want to be middle-class!"
Then, readers, I awoke.
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Was being middle class a real life aspiration or one of those dream-thoughts?
How funny. What did you have for dinner?
Too funny! Being middle-class in England is just about one of life's worst fates; these days it's cool to be working class.
I dreamed two nights ago about Mom and Dad and I moving (from Oklahoma City) to Salt Lake City (only the location was remarkably like where I live now). I was unpacking bags and sacks and asking myself why I paid to ship junk and trying to find enough cabinets to store everything... I've started de-cluttering in a serious way since that dream!
Gosh. I used to dream about going into the classroom in various states of deshabille or unpreparation, but never had the pleasure of dreaming about graduate school.
@Duchesse--It was the very end of the dream. I woke in a panic.
@Cubicle--Roasted cabbage soup from the newish Anna Thomas cookbook. It wasn't as good as I thought it wuld be--but the cabbage was great.
@Shelley--I have clutter dreams too.
@Funny--I have those dreams too.
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